01x04 - Momentum

[bunniefuu]

No way. f*cking Trippy Bacha, looking
like a boss, surrounded by b*tches.

That's what we should be doing, bro.

Looking like p*mps, in the hood, bro,

dominating sh*t with a bunch
of weed and girls by our side.

- Sweet f*cking rides.
- You have any cash?

Nope. I'm broke.

I have a feeling, bro,
things are getting better, dog.

No, Bubble. You can't get up.

I'm at 110%, freaking Ugly.

I'm Data, bro.

- It's your fault for saying...
- You're awake, bro!

Bro.

Dude, we thought
they took you to the MP.

- Flex sh*t himself. Right?
- Yeah, bro. f*ck off.

No way. What's up
with that guy on the cake?

That's you, bro.

That sh*t is dope. Nice touch, guys.

- What am I looking at?
- New followers, pa.

- We have to seize the moment.
- Good job.

Ugly wants to drop a single,
with a video and all.

I'm trying to tell him, without money
best we can do is something honest.

That's cool,
but imagine something modern, Bubble.

- Blunts...
- Yeah!

Girls, a sick ride
hopping around, you know.

- Let's go, bro. Let's do it already.
- No, no. Take it easy, slow down.

Dude...

We can't start balling
until you are at 100.

I'm at one hundred, freaking Flex, dude.

I'm Ugly.

What up with you, Ugly?

Ugly doesn't feel.
He just makes cash with his feeling.

Don't talk in the third person, man.
It's super weird.

What do you want me to say?

That I'm sick of living at my mom's

'cause I can't even buy some
fake Jordans from Bubble.

Or that I miss Trojans.

That it pisses me off being
another statistic in this f*cking city.

Or that I hate working at Speedy Mart.
What do you want me to say?

That.

- What?
- We should do it in the Speedy Mart.

Something about a guy drowning
in this f*cking capitalist system.

Like Oxxo, from Gabriel Orozco.

I have an idea.

Let's paint him in green.

Hell yeah.

No, no, no. No!

If we do something at Speedy Mart,
I'll get fired. Can't do it.

And that bullshit
about painting me in green, hell no.

I'm Ugly, I decide. And I decide no.

I don't know
why I listen to you f*ck.

I look like an as*h*le.

We should be balling,
on a rooftop, like the others.

All the tough guy rappers
do that on their first single, Ugly.

This will break the mold.
It's going to kick a*s.

Can I at least
get my chains and a joint?

Victim of capitalism, yes, but a boss.

Hey, man.

What's up? What's going on?

What do mean,
you're f*cking with my cake.

Where did you get that cake, Damian?

Sorry, Normita.

Well, isn't that great,
you're feeling well enough to be eating.

It's the last time, you hear me?

Are there any of those for me?

No, not for you.

Just relax or I'm going
to restrain you to the bed.

I'll send somebody up
so they can reconnect you.

What the f*ck?

That's my Normita.

These little pills,
they're the real sh*t, papi.

As soon as I get out, my customers go,
"You have the strong ones?"

And yeah,
I let them go for the right price.

Come on, man, hook me up.

I'll restock it when I get back, dude.

Okay, dude, but only because
it's to welcome you.

Hell yeah, bro.

Can't take a single day off
If you want to succeed.

They didn't believe in me
But I never doubted.

The devil's calling me
But someone in heaven praying for me.

Someone prays for me
Man of the house since I was a kid.

So my mom would need for nothing
I remember when we had nothing.

Now my closet has Gaultier, Balenciaga
I'm the baddest in all of Guerrero.

They call me Ugly not for my looks
But because the others look bad...

Cut!

You're going to put Speedy Mart
products on my body?

Yeah. The theme is anti system, Ugly.
Get with it, bro.

- What's up, freaking Hulk?
- No, this is f*cked, dude.

We said our first single
would be the two of us,

on the streets of Guerrero
rapping like ballers. Remember?

With what money?
This is something honest, dude.

Trust us.

- Good afternoon.
- No, no, Clau I got it.

What can I get you?

We're trap artists.

We're sh**ting a badass video.

That's is my creative director, Data,
and my music producer, Flex.

Check us out on Instagram, Ugly Music.

- Can I take a selfie with you?
- Of course.

Can I get some cigarettes, please?

Thank you.

Tag me.

What the f*ck, dude?

- She asked for a selfie, dog. See?
- Right on.

She came in a few hours ago.
Overdosed on sleeping pills.

It's a miracle from the Virgin
this beautiful creature is still alive.

Unfortunately, she won't be waking up
from this coma for many years.

Damn you! What did you do to my baby?

She's dead! You k*lled her!

This is medical negligence
and I'm going to sue you!

All of you!

And especially you, Dr. Men diet a!

Grow a pair, Doc.
Don't put up with that sh*t.

Hell yeah.

Don't be an idiot, dude.

Damian.

Listen to me.

If you die in here from an overdose,
I'll get fired.

Give me that.

Give it here.

Hand it over.

That sucks.

I feel like Kanye
Very few people understand me

I got diamonds on my mind

I like big asses
And stacks of green to spend.

Pour a drink out for the fallen.

Many in my hood are no longer with me.

- Dude, why'd you stop?
- Yeah, bro. sh*t was looking great.

That chick from earlier tagged me.

What's up?

"Here with the next Kanye."

Hell yeah.

"Or better yet, Speedy Kanye?"

What the f*ck?

She even put the Speedy Mart
uniform on the green, look. f*ck!

- I'm telling you I look like an as*h*le.
- It's not finished yet.

Hell no. This honest, anti system
bullshit, it's not me. It's not Ugly!

Sure, bro. Because your idea
of a kick-a*s video

is kids throwing money out the window,
which we don't have, dude.

That's Ugly, right?

Guys, let's just take five. Okay?

Make it ten, bro.

I'm literally doing
the best I can with what we got.

- That guy is being a pain.
- I know.

I'm demanding my medication.

Can't you see I'm all f*cked up?

You just give me Tylenol.

I'm going to sue you
for medical negligence, you f*ck.

This isn't the clinic
in a soap opera, buddy.

It wasn't bad though, was it?

Well, yeah. But that's not the point.
The point is that you're an addict.

I'll leave it to your conscience.

What's up, bro?

What's up, Ugly? How are you?

Not good, bro.
We're filming at the Speedy.

- You need something, papi?
- Yeah, bro. This sh*t is f*cked up.

We couldn't do my idea
with the rooftop and Snoop Dog.

We can't without any cash, bro.
Data says we have to be honest.

To use our weaknesses as strengths.

Bubble, who the f*ck wants
to see me rapping at the Speedy Mart?

Don't worry, papi.

I'm going to get it together
and head over.

No, bro. It's all good. Get better, dog.

Sure you don't need me?

f*ck yeah.

What's up?

Sorry for yelling at you
and for calling you a misogynist,

for wanting girls
and beer in your video.

Sorry for exploding.

For the post.

Honestly, I feel like you
and Flex have been hiding

something the entire day, like a plot.

And now I know why...

- You two are f*cking around.
- What? Get out of here.

I noticed it a while ago,
with your Ariel Orozco.

- It's Gabriel.
- See? Relationships in a crew are toxic.

Are you jealous, or what?

f*ck that. Jealous of what, Flex?
Chill out. Of your Ariel Orozco?

We told you, it's Gabriel.

- And yes, I'm jealous.
- Of your dad.

If you want, I'll get you
a date with my Esther.

- Yeah.
- Just don't abandon me.

You're acting
more and more like my father.

Guys, enough.

Stop fighting like little kids.
Are we gonna work or what?

I have an idea.

- What, you d*ck?
- You, d*ck.

f*cking radioactive man.

Damian.

What's up?

How much you think one
those pill bottles will sell for here?

I'm not sure. But for a nice chunk.

I want to help out my crew, bro.

And for this,
you have to help out papi Bubble.

I swear, if this goes well,
I'll get you your cut when I have it.

- Right on.
- Hell yeah, bro.

Alright, dog. You're going
to create a distraction,

pretending you are all sick.
You know the drill, bro.

And then I sneak out
to the nurses station,

where they keep all the pills.

DRESSING ROOM

When I get to the drawer,
steal only one bottle.

So no one notices.

And then we're in.
I can make enough for Ugly's video,

and your cut for helping out.
What do you think, homie?

Bubble.

Bubble.

You hear me?

What, what?

What am I going to do, tackle you?
You're a big boy.

You know what you're doing.

If they ask you, though,
I saw nothing, right?

Yo, what's up? Talk to me, Bubble.

Directly from Guerrero, bro.

One for my hood, my clique, my fam.

Two for those on the corner hustling.

Three for the homie
So we always have weed.

Four, for the b*tches
Four for the b*tches.

Cut.

Data, what the f*ck?

- We have to do it over.
- Again?

We did it like five times, bro.

Are you taking long? I have a customer.

Aurelio, imagine he's your son.

I need you to give me something.

Ugly, remember, this is your father.

He went out for some smokes
and never came back.

This is bullshit, bro.

m*therf*cker.

Dude, all day you've been
saying that my ideas are bullshit.

Why'd you bring me in
if you don't trust my vision?

I get it.
But do we have to talk about my old man?

This is my life, Data, not MTV.

Bro, This isn't just your life, man.

It's the life of all the kids out there
whose dads and never came back.

It's the same cliché.

No. My life is not cliché, bro.

Come on, Ugly.

Are you crying?

f*ck that. I'm outta here.

Dude.

I think we touched
on a sensitive subject.

Are you really leaving?

Yeah, buddy.
I have to be with my crew, dog.

I have to help them
now or never. You feel me?

Well...

I hope to see you again, Bubble.

You're the man, papi.

You too, dog.

Damian, you know
why I go this tattoo here?

It was the day I sold
my first pair of Air Force.

That day I understood

that I was never going to work
for the bullshit system.

No looking back.
Changing all the f*cking...

My boy.

Rest little buddy, rest.

What's up, Ugly? Where to?

I'm right here.

That was fun the other day.
Wasn't it Sucio?

- f*ck yeah.
- f*cking punks.

- You sent my boy to the hospital.
- Relax. That's not why we're here.

I wanted to tell you
have all it takes, in music.

You have a real future. Your song got me
back together with my son.

I have a present for you.

Remember the bars
I stole from you in the studio?

Here, this is yours.

Some advice.

In this business,
you have to work every angle.

f*ck it.

See you.

Let's bounce.

- We really made a mess.
- Yeah, hope Ugly doesn't get fired.

- No, bro.
- That guy really pissed off.

What the f*ck?
What happened to all the cigarettes?

Flex, where's that idiot, Ugly?
I'll fire that m*therf*cker.

Don't worry, I'll pay for them.

Your girlfriend?

No. She's in my crew.

Your what?

It's just
a professional relationship, man.

What happened to all the soups?

He'll pay for those.

What's wrong?

Why the scared puppy face?

Esther, I don't like to talk about this,
'cause I don't want to dwell on it.

But I want you to know
that I'm not going to leave like my dad.

What are you saying, Ugly?

I told you
that your father didn't take off.

I left his a*s.

When I was kid, you told me
he went out for smokes, right?

It's a saying, that's all.

Your dad had asthma.

That f*ck couldn't even breathe well.
Much less smoke.

Here.

Look, your father
didn't give a sh*t about us.

He didn't care.

But you aren't your father.

Sure.

Good.

Trojans?

They only get close to the cactus
when it has prickly pears.

What?

They only get close to the cactus
when it has prickly pears.

Hey, young man.

Hey, young man?

Do you know where
I can find cactus and prickly pears?

No. I have no idea.

So...

How much did they charge you
for the soups?

Two weeks pay.

Look, Data, what I said
to the boss back there...

- Flex...
- For real.

- I...
- What's up, bro?

- f*cking Flex, how you doing?
- What's going on?

No way, freaking Data.

Welcome guys.
What's the deal? Where's Ugly?

Data has a metaphoric idea. Really cool.

Right on, man.

He only wanted
another misogynistic video.

- No, he just wanted to look cool.
- So you're saying my idea wasn't cool?

No. I didn't mean to say that.

Something is up with you two.

Relax, you guys.

Besides, uncle Bubble
has fixed the problem.

If I get to sell
this sh*t on the street,

we're f*cking rich.

And the half of the bottle
that's missing? You took it?

Homies, what's up?

- What's up, man?
- What's the deal?

- You better, bro?
- Papi.

Hell yeah. This?

It's the solution to all our problems.
All of them dammit.

Data, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I behaved
like an as*h*le with you.

An as*h*le. From here on out,
we're going to do things

that have cool metaphors like you want.

But also with heart. That's Ugly.

Flex, we're going to make a hit, bro.
A mean f*cking hit.

A hit that makes all the girls dance.

That gets the whole club grinding.
f*ck it. I'm...

I'm f*cking fed up of Ugly's
crew worrying whether there's money,

whether we can afford things.
f*ck it! Enough!

Like Data says...

f*ck the phallocentrism.

This is it, bro.

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck, man?

Can't take a single day off.

If you want to succeed.

They didn't believe in me
But I never doubted.

The devil's calling me
But someone in heaven praying for me.

Someone prays for me.

Can't take a single day off.

If you want to succeed.

They didn't believe in me
But I never doubted.

The devil's calling me
But someone in heaven praying for me.

Someone prays for me.

Man of the house since I was a kid.

So my mom would need for nothing
I remember when we had nothing.

Now my closet has Gaultier, Balenciaga
I'm the baddest in all of Guerrero.

They call me Ugly not for my looks
But because the others look bad

I feel like Kanye
Very few understand me

I got diamonds on my mind
I like big asses and stacks of green.

Pour a drink out for the fallen.

Many in my hood are no longer with me.

Yo, what's up? Talk to me, Bubble.

Directly from Guerrero, bro.

One for my hood, my clique, my fam.

Two for those on the corner hustling.

Three for the homie
So we always have weed.

Four, for the b*tches
Four for the b*tches.

One for my hood, my clique, my fam.

Two for those on the corner hustling.

Three for the homie
So we always have weed.

Four, for the b*tches
Four for the b*tches